2 ⭐
A beautiful Rainbow Fish is constantly harangued by his peers to share that which is most precious and unique to his being, his shiny silvery scales.
Presumably sick of being begged over and over, the Rainbow Fish denies a little blue fish’s most recent request in a slightly bothered tone and all of the fish refuse to have anything to do with him, their friendship evidently being subject to them possessing a percentage of the Rainbow Fish’s beauty.
The blue fish returns later, hoping no doubt, to whittle down the poor beauty’s defenses and he succeeds; the rainbow fish relents. Unsurprisingly, once all the other parasitic little turds see their blue comrade with a single silvery scale, they surround the Rainbow Fish in presumptuous expectation of receiving their own and, most likely fearing a school beating or simply feeling that he must give away that which is most special to him in order not to be lonely for the rest of his young life, he gives each and every one of them a silvery scale until he, himself, is left with only one, taking away his individualism and rendering him just another, unexceptional face in a crowd of self-entitled, jealous little shits. He appears happy to have shared part of himself and been accepted into the larger group by the end of this book, but I would hazard a guess that 5 or 10 years from now, he might look back and see this moment for what it is, coerced social conformity and a first step in losing one’s own individualism.
Removing tongue from cheek for a minute, there are a number of ways you can spin this story that make the message a little more digestible, I’ve been doing some spinning of my own as my child quite enjoys the book, but none of those are something that a young child’s mind will be capable of deciphering on their own.
Even if we were to take the book’s most simple presumed message, that sharing our things with others makes us happy, I’m going to have to conditionally disagree. The ability for a child to share is a great attribute, in general, and one that should be encouraged, particularly in an environment where something like toys are intended for group play, but not necessarily with a prized possession that they are strongly attached or that brings them comfort or, indeed, with a personal trait or skill that gives them a sense of uniqueness.
At worst, a poor message. At best, a well-intentioned message, poorly delivered.
I’ll be trying my very best to slowly work this one out of bedtime-reading circulation.
… Oh yeah, nice illustrations. :)